Bomb shell
She is hard to quell,
Lost in her eyes
You will find dark skies,
Raining on you
Answers few,
Who would have known
Your heart would have flown
So high so far
Bottle her in a jar,
Like the sweetest of jellies
Peanut butter on breaded bellies,
Find no harm
In her sultry charm;
Glossy lips
Hypnotizing hips,
**** temptation
Make us all rise as a nation,
Amazing overtures
Praise her curvatures,
Such is this flora in a faraway Terra;
For her you'd cross any Sahara....
© okpoet
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Bomb shell
She is hard to quell,
Lost in her eyes
You will find dark skies,
Raining on you
Answers few,
Who would have known
Your heart would have flown
So high so far
Bottle her in a jar,
Like the sweetest of jellies
Peanut butter on breaded bellies,
Find no harm
In her sultry charm;
Glossy lips
Hypnotizing hips,
**** temptation
Make us all rise as a nation,
Amazing overtures
Praise her curvatures,
Such is this flora in a faraway Terra;
For her you'd cross any Sahara....
© okpoet
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